Nightmare

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A/N: (This chapter is from around May. So sorry about the confusing author's notes.)

Welcome back! It's been almost a year since I posted the first chapter, and suddenly I felt like it needed a second one. Enjoy!

Sorry if something is incorrect or idk. I wrote this at 2am, and I'm not a native English speaker.

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The cries of the innocent rang in your ears as death taken upon the land. There was fire, screams, suffering, and even more fire as you looked around, your eyes almost blinded and hurt by the raging hotness. People were afraid, hurt, and hopeless. They were looking at you. Every single eye was gazing into your soul like they wanted to take everything from you, as this was all your fault. But there was nothing to do, not after the damage has been done. Someone screamed, then every single one of them did the same, making your ears go deaf, and mind go crazy. There was no way you could take it anymore. Why must you suffer for someone else's fault?! You couldn't save yourself from the cleansing flames of fire, then how could you help all those people? You were just a poor little magician, sentenced to perdition because you failed yourself, your people, Vesuvia, and most importantly, your countess.

As your eyes opened, you realized it was you screaming the whole time. But you weren't alone. Nadia, Countess of Vesuvia, your beloved was trying to shake you awake from your nightmare. You looked at her and saw nothing but fear and concern in those loving crimson eyes. It's been a long time since she first looked at you in such a loving, gentle, but still bittersweet way. You remember how both of you met outside at the veranda, and then all it took was a simple, meaningful question to begin the most beautiful thing in your entire life. She was yours now, and you were hers. Her presence was like a beacon in the darkness, calming, and like a sparkle of hope when everything else is already lost.

When you two were together, everything felt right. Nothing else mattered, not even your nightmares because, with Nadia, you weren't afraid anymore. She taught you how amazing and beautiful you are, even if you thought otherwise before you met her. Because that's what you are. Beautiful, amazing, talented, important, loved, and perfect in your lover's arms. And if someone else tried to make you believe in something less suiting, Nadia was always there to remind you about how incredible you are.

Maybe you never realized it, but you saved her. You weren't the only one who changed. Before she met you, Nadia was lonely, depressed, and bitter. The only thing that kept her alive was Vesuvia, her people, and all the work because it took her mind off of how desperate she was for someone who understands her. There's no such jewel or beauty product in the world that could replace a lover's touch or a few kind words, a spark of affection. With your help, Nadia was happy, and this was all your fault. Not like she complained.

"Y/N, are you alright?" She was looking at you with so much love that you couldn't help but smile at her with a twinkle in your eyes. This woman was too amazing to be true, and yet she was yours as you were hers.

A single nod was all you gave her before a gentle hand reached up to rest against her cheek, and both of you felt that familiar warmth in your chest. This indescribable feeling that you felt for this amazing woman was beyond magical. "I love you, Nadia." You said as your thumb stroked her cheek.

Her lips curled up into a small and loving smile as she heard those words escaping you. "I love you too, Y/N." With that, she leaned down to press her lips against yours, uniting them in a tender, chaste kiss that made your heart flutter with happiness.

And this is when you knew: you weren't lonely anymore.

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A/N:
Now that we have a second chapter, do you think we need a third one? (It's future me. Nevermind, we already have four chapters.)

Also, I might have an OC for Nadia, and maybe, just maybe I'll write a damn love story about them.

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